Barren

The desert is one of my least favorite places. It's hot, it's barren, there's no one around. At least no one that you would want to be friends with. Vultures and rattle snakes aren't exactly the friendly types. There's not even any cliffs or cacti to look at. Just red, hot sand and rocks. I carefully circle the van. From what I can tell there is no one in sight. But I notice something interesting as I glance in the drivers side. The key is still in the ignition, and there is a half a tank of gas. Perhaps things might be turning around.